In the grand theatre of the absurd, where the clockwork mind pirouettes upon invisible tides, we find ourselves the unwilling stars of a cosmic sitcom. Here, the ocean whispers in dry breaths, steering ships of thought upon a desert of dreams.
Tick-tock goes the clock, but alas, it has forgotten the time. To dance on invisible tides, you must first learn the waltz of a sandgrain.
Explore the Mundane | Silent WhispersSo, dear navigator of the ephemeral, what course do you steer when the compass spins not to North, but to the laughter of the void? Perhaps, when the tides grow restless, a tune from their slumber shall reveal the folly of your quest.
Click, if you dare, to unravel the satirical strands of this Clockwork Universe:
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